Throughout their courtship, Yolanda had always kept Eden at a distance.
She couldn't help but feel repulsed by him. He was an illegitimate son, born to some country bumpkin, which she found disgusting. He wasn't particularly handsome or capable, and she looked down on him completely.
But now they were engaged, a new house was ready, and both families clearly expected them to start living together.
"Yolanda, let's go home," Eden said with a gentle smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Everyone's had a long day and must be tired. They need to get some rest too."
Yolanda was forced into a car with Eden and taken to their new house.
Their new home was a three-story villa on the edge of the inner city, a wedding gift from Frank.
Although Frank had little affection for Eden or his mother, Vanessa, he had never been stingy with them when it came to money.
Yolanda's belongings had already been moved in. She had a lot of things, but the villa was so large that her walk-in closet was only half-full, looking rather empty.
"It's been a long day. Go get cleaned up," Eden said to her.
"Okay," Yolanda nodded and quickly headed upstairs.
She went into the master bedroom and immediately locked the door behind her. Only then did she relax, remove her makeup, and take a long, comfortable bath.
After her bath, Yolanda dried her hair and stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a robe, only to find Eden sitting on the edge of her bed, a cigarette between his fingers.
The room was filled with the smell of tobacco smoke, which made her cough violently.
"How did you get in?" she demanded, her eyes wide with indignation.
"It's my house. Of course I have a key," Eden replied, exhaling a plume of smoke.
Covering her mouth, Yolanda coughed again and went to the window, pushing it open for some fresh air.


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